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One Sided

By Shanmukha Vitta



Remember those days when we used to fight over silly things,

Maybe I'm not silly anymore, 

wait, 

or not, because I miss all those fights,



Yearning for a word or even a muted smile from you when we fought, foolish isn't it,


Maybe I am a fool in love, 

thinking it'll last forever, 

I mean the "friendship", because you'll rage if I say love,


Can't teach myself to be a fool in friendship, learning though,


Every aww message you send passes down like a chill in my spine, 

and thoughts gush into my brain for a vivid overthinking session,


I tell myself "Aww, your dumb, just leave it already!!", 


I don't think it helps the heart though, for, the brain is a fool like me,

Maybe I'm foolish to suppress the inner me and keep you in my life,


Or as people say a coward, who couldn't play his cards well,

But for me you'll always be my ace of hearts.


By Shanmukha Vitta



 
 
 

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